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Postcard from Lille, Part 3
After a gap of many decades I’m setting off by train to visit the near continent. Some of my family are coming with me and as a special surprise treat I’ve booked first class seats [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 2
First Class Previously I regularly visited the continent travelling by train, ferry and hovercraft. Subsequently I went via the channel tunnel but before the high speed rail link to St Pancras had been completed. After [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 1
In the prologue we recalled a fond age of travelling to the near continent via rail, ferry and hovercraft. This landscape changed with the opening of the Channel Tunnel. At the beginning of Eurotunnel operations, [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, prologue
Previously, underused first class carriages formed an overnight , £5 a seat, train between Glasgow and London. It was called the Nightrider. In those days Scotsman would travel with ghettoblasters and a cardboard tray of [more…]
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Postcard from the Algarve, No 4
Ms Geeks and I do love a great escape to warmer climes. The Algarve ticks all the boxes for us: lovely freshly caught seafood, friendly people, plenty of spaces to park anywhere and a population [more…]
Hobbies
Postcard From Fan Frynych
I started this walk from the Brecon Beacons Visitor Centre, or Mountain Centre as it is known locally, which I have covered in a previous postcard. The advantages of this are dedicated parking, toilet facilities [more…]
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Postcard from Fan y Big
When is a mountain no longer a mountain? When it becomes a hill. Sound strange? Read on. A mountain is a large land form that stretches above the surrounding land in a limited area, usually in the form of [more…]
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Postcard From the Brecon Beacons Visitor Centre
The Brecon Beacons Visitor Centre, known locally as the Mountain Centre, is not far from the village of Libanus as you drive up the A470 towards the town of Brecon. The drive up itself is [more…]
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Postcard from the Algarve, No 3
Aye Aye, Puffins. It is me, El Geeko. Well, as she is over my shoulder, I should say “it’s me, and Ms Geeks”, who is keeping a furtive eye on my escapades on GPs, the [more…]